teacher ♤ s.t [rewriting]

26 ♤ Tease

26 ♤ Tease

C O U R T N E Y ♤

"What?" I asked, as innocently as possible.  I don't know why, he's my neighbor, my best friend, the one who knew about us falling for each other even before we did.

"Aren't you two in a feud?" Damien grinned knowingly.

"Not anymore," I mumbled.

"Aha," he smirked, "so you went over there to apologize."

"How did you know that it was me apologizing?" I asked incredulously, glancing back at him.

"Because Shayne is way too into this relationship to be careless enough to fuck anything up."

The sentence nearly hit me like a semi, barreling into me head-on.  My saliva caught in my throat, launching me into a coughing fit.

Damien retracted his hands to his chest, watching me catch tuberculosis whilst feigning disgust. If I wasn't coughing up my lungs, I would have been laughing at his reaction.

Once I finished with my coughing fit, I giggled, watching Damien slowly place his hands back onto his knees, still acting grossed out.

"Gross," he said snobbishly, pretending to whip his hair over his shoulder.

I giggled, watching.

"Now, let's start chemistry," he announced, dropping the act as he scooted his chair closer to my desk, glancing over the many unfinished problems with work and answers scribbled all over the packet page.

I sighed hopelessly. Thank God I had people willing to help me.

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As Shayne explained a concept that was foreign to me at the class, I could feel my mind start to slowly wander.  His flannel was folded up and at the very bottom of my bag, concealed by several folders and binders, plus miscellaneous papers.  Should I give it back to him during tutoring?  What if someone catches me with it?  Someone smart enough would be able to piece the puzzle together.  Besides, we definitely haven't been very careful about hiding our relationship.

He's been calling me "duchess" since before I even really knew him.  Probably since I collapsed at my desk due to that supposed concussion from hitting my skull on my bed frame.  He's even paid more attention to me than a teacher usually would with a student, not that I mind, it's just that it's a big red flag waving in the face of anyone who stays for just one class period with him and I.

Besides, when he confronted Dante, that gave us away like a slap in the face.  Of course, Dante isn't that bright, he just made up an assumption that we were sleeping together based on our body language with each other.  I understand that he was trying to help out because of what I told him about Dante trying to have sex with me, but he was much too protective, much too like a...a good boyfriend.

Shaking my head to try and clear the thought from my head, it just wouldn't budge.  It traveled down to the strings of my heart, plucking each one with a comforting sensation of a blanket wrapping around my body in the frigid cold, just like Shayne's flannel on Thursday night.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Charlotte raising her hand.

"Yes, Charlotte?" Shayne responded to her, waiting for her to speak.

"When's the next test?" she asked perkily, batting her eyelashes slowly at him in a way that most hormonal teenage boys would find irresistible but I found atrocious.

Shayne scratched the stubble on his chin, thinking.  "Next Friday, a week before Christmas break."

Charlotte nodded in acknowledgement, "Thank you, Sir."

Shayne offered a small smile at her, not like any of the shy or welcoming ones I've seen him show me; this one was different.  His gaze lingered on her for a moment longer than I would've liked before he tore his eyes to the back of the room, glancing at our small quad in the back, Noah, Sarah, Olivia, and I.

I could feel a scowl forming on my face as he glanced my way, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion at my unusual expression.

He shrugged, nearly invisibly, before standing up from where he was sitting on the edge of his desk.

"Alright, everybody, page two hundred sixty-four in the textbook, page six in the packet, silent work until the end of class," he announced, making his way back to his chair.

A quiet, collective groan rose from the class.  Shayne raised an eyebrow. 

"Please, don't let me intrude on your sulking at the wall with schoolwork," he remarked sarcastically. "Much more important to getting your degree than actual work," he scoffed.

I slowly retrieved my textbook from under my desk, the heavy pages stapled between two hard pieces of colorful cardboard weighing down on my arms.

Thankfully, Damien had explained the concept to me last night in a way I could understand, so most of the problems were manageable enough.

The room was mostly silent, but some people were whipsering to each other about the work, some complaining, others confused.

My cell phone vibrated in my bag, which no one paid any bother to.  As inconspicuously as I could, I fished in my bag, hiding my phone behind a paper that I'm pretty sure was last month's math test, I'm not positive.

Slipping my phone into the pages of the textbook, I glanced over the message, seeing that it was from Shayne.

Shayne
stop staring around, doll

Glancing up, I saw he was looking at me from the corner of his eyes, a smirk on his face. 

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lmao idk what this was

i just spent the past six hours with my church youth group caroling because my mom said "it'd be good for you", and she decided to make me go on a road trip to celebrate my birthday from last month to florida- thirteen hours in the car with my sister _no.exe

love yous! merry christmas (ik it's in four days but my christmas chapters'll prolly be up in january or something sorry)

- cal xx